get on the freestyling tip, that rips the heart outta ya chest, get on and move forward like a game of Chess, dreaming about a fly chick from the tropics, spitting like hollow tips, more chips to make you know I am all about cake, never moving fake and make the hits that heads can get with, smooth like velvet, some chicks I dealt with had me nothing fast, Now I want to explore my wisdom body material, for real, the deal, that heal me.
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